the littlest birds sing the saddest songs
the bird died. got weaker and weaker, then died. i wasn't sad.
i don't love anything.
i want out of this swampy air-- im suffocating.
and the air-conditioner makes my throat scratchy.
i have two dollars to my name.
its liberating. but im still numb.
walking around with nothing to do. can't even go outside....the air....licking and swallowing.
the sun doesn't notice im gone. haven't gotten a call from him in weeks.
he didnt answer my phone calls on his birthday.
i guess i always knew i had sexual issues....and these days im so afraid of them.
i know no other love but yours.
and baby, i would quit these rambling ways if you told me you felt the same.
so i'm still calling your name.
oh, no.
never found anything else to say.
i don't love anything.
i want out of this swampy air-- im suffocating.
and the air-conditioner makes my throat scratchy.
i have two dollars to my name.
its liberating. but im still numb.
walking around with nothing to do. can't even go outside....the air....licking and swallowing.
the sun doesn't notice im gone. haven't gotten a call from him in weeks.
he didnt answer my phone calls on his birthday.
i guess i always knew i had sexual issues....and these days im so afraid of them.
i know no other love but yours.
and baby, i would quit these rambling ways if you told me you felt the same.
so i'm still calling your name.
oh, no.
never found anything else to say.